Wow! Look at all those little people
I somehow fell for one, truth be told

She was a pygmy
not of much height, and what’s worse
in her neck were some beads
What gives with me?
Mate is so little
Hair in a braid; on her cheek
I saw scars; there were four
Hard to ignore

Through her nose was a bone
Don’t know where it came from
Sure it came from people
A clue of things to come

Caught in a frenzy
writhing in dirt; wasn’t sure
what it meant; was not clear
War drums seemed near
Looked up at their King
it was a shock; saw his knife
right above me; was scared
cut off my hair

Should have known these people
weren’t like where I come from
Pygmys and some beanpoles
I think I hear King Kong

Now – they moan loud and I hear deep groans
I’m – shook up; just why did I leave home?

Fell for a pygmy
It was absurd to be married to one
was insane
Where was my brain?
Facing bad ending
Whining; I blurt, “Mercy, man”
then they took me to cave
made me their slave

Now I’m kissing feet, so
my future seems quite glum
Should have known these people
would screw me all along

{That’s a sad song}